Look up little brother Can you see the clover No not over there A little bit left and over there
Now look and see the lilac tree The lily pond, the skylarks song The open air but no one cares If branches live and die out there
Remember when you were nine And I was ten We would run into the woods No we never will again
And Lady, whats tomorrow Whats tomorrow anyway If its not the same as now Its the same as yesterday
Yes Lady, whats tomorrow Will it be the same as now Will the farmer push the pen Will the writer pull the plough
Look up little brother Can you see the clover Oh sorry but its over Now theres concrete and no clover
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